PoetryIssue 03 | February 2009


by Phil Kopel

The subway is no place to fall in love:
the scenery beats a retreat from you
as it is, the street preacher’s
grackles of Armageddon slam
against the window of seen-it-all-before,

the bob of the train nods
its passengers agreement
to a string of gaudy advertisements
promising that you, too,
can dine on the chowder of heaven
with seventy two perfect teeth.

No, love should be brewed
in some crystal cauldron on a cloud
for some still-salty Aphrodite,

and certainly not for the corner girl
with the darting eyes,
the short cut of brown,
and, in her bag, could it be,

About the author

Phil Kopel is a giant chicken with a machine gun masquerading as a giant chicken without a machine gun. He lives in New Orleans.

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Two poems by Anne Babson
Vignette, Townhouse, 9 a.m. by Troy Cunio
Night Becomes Day Over the West by Megan Foley
Yukon River Aurora by D. B. Goman
Two Poems by David Havird
Cretan Love Letter by Emily Linstrom
Holland by Rick Mullin
Fear in Kenya by Kristina Pfleegor
The Lounge Lizard by Ed Shacklee
Two Poems by Sarah J. Sloat
Night Flight by Vicki Stannard
Koinonia Farms by Alina Stefanescu
Thessaloniki, Four a.m. by Anastasia Vassos
Imaginary Oceans by Jason Warren
Two Poems by F. J. Williams

Postcard prose

It’s Salty by Kelly Hill

Travel notes

Anchorage in the Great Land by Karen Benning
The Value of Small Money by Megan Hallinan
Screensaver by Sandra Larson
Thirty Cents by Tommy McAree
Gokarna by Kate McCahill
Going Places by Rachel Miller-Howard
Susanville CA: Notes From The Road by Susan Volchok